By Muzamil Arif
In Rajouri’s dawn, where shadows grew,
He rose with dreams the mountain knew.
A tribal heart with warrior grace,
Justice carved upon his face.
In the heart of Rajouri’s ancient land,
Where rivers carve through rocky sand,
Guftar grew with humble grace,
Rooted deep in his homeland’s embrace.
From humble roots, a giant grows,
A light that through the darkness shows.
For Gujjar, Bakarwal, his fight is strong,
To right the past and heal the wrong.
With heart ablaze and spirit true,
He fights for justice bold and new.
For education, health, and equal right,
He shines a beacon in darkest night
Guftar walks the rugged land,
With steady heart and helping hand.
For every tribe, he stands so tall,
A friend and leader to them all.
From tents and trails, his journey starts,
With passion burning in his heart.
A voice for those who have no say,
He paves a brighter, fairer way.
No throne he sought, no crown, no gold,
Just stories of the meek, retold.
He lifted flags not stitched with pride,
But sewn with tears the poor can’t hide
Praise be to Guftar, strong and bright,
Whose eyes reflect the mountain light.
He walked through shadows, calm and deep,
To wake the hopes that lay asleep.
From court to street, from mic to field,
He taught the weak they need not yield.
And when the winds of power roar,
Guftar stands stronger than before.
When darkness veiled the land in pain,
And silence ruled like heavy rain,
Guftar stood tall, a beacon bright,
Champion of the forgotten fight.
He lifts the weak, gives hope to all,
Breaks down each cold, dividing wall.
With every step, his spirit grows,
A river strong that onward flows.
In the hills where silence grows,
A voice for those no one knows,
Guftar stands with heart so wide,
Champion, friend, and tribal guide.
For Gujjar souls and Bakarwal trails,
He breaks through injustice’s veils,
With every step, a promise made,
To lift the weak, bring light to shade.
No stone unturned, no voice denied,
He stands with those pushed aside,
A beacon bright in darkened skies,
The strength behind the voiceless cries.
When hunger struck and shadows grew,
His Mission EHSAAS brought help through.
A friend to the poor, the weak, the small,
He stands a champion for one and all.
So here’s to the son of Rajouri’s soil,
Whose tireless efforts never spoil.
A legacy of hope, a future bright,
Guftar Choudhary, a guiding light.
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